October 24, 2008
As trite as it sounds, Billy Currington’s finest instrument is his voice. The smoldering sensuality of “Must Be Doing Something Right” and the boyish charm of “Good Directions” were effectively conveyed by the way Currington interpreted the songs with that unique voice. Unfortunately, it seems that both the natural sensuality and charm were snuffed out of Currington’s voice for this project called Little Bit Of Everything, which actually ends up sounding like a whole lot of nothing.
Instead of achieving his ultimate goal of making the album sound diverse and positive, as reported in his promotional materials and interviews, all of the songs tend to blend together in an amalgam of drums, electric guitars, unappealing beats and lifeless melodies—not to mention the cringe-inducing lyrics that pervade the eleven tracks.
“Swimmin’ In Sunshine” gives us a glimpse into a beach party where “the boys are all bangin’ their cheap guitars/The girls are all rockin’ their Bikini tops” while they’re all, apparently, “swimmin’ in sunshine.” However, the most provocative observation is “There’s a hole in my beach towel/There’s a hole in the atmosphere.” For real!
Speaking of beaches, “I Shall Return” makes Kenny Chesney’s beach anthems seem mature and grounded. In this Caribbean flavored song, the narrator is obviously quite taken with himself: ““I’ve got places to be/I’ve got people to see/Got both ends of the candle to burn/But I’ll try to hurry/So, girls don’t you worry/I promise I shall return”
While “No One Has Eyes Like You” had the potential for a clever hook, it misses the mark. The narrator extols the virtues of the woman he loves by using her eyes as the barometer. The song fails with corny lyrics such as “I’m jealous of paper when you read the news/No one has eyes like you.” The other romantically inclined songs, such as “Don’t” and “Heal Me” are simply overwrought pop ballads that lack any perceptible personality. Another song that had possibilities but ends up falling flat is “People Are Crazy.” It’s somewhat of a retread of Sawyer Brown’s “Wantin’ And Having It All” without the moral pay off.
The drum kit used in “Everything” is perplexing, but not quite as baffling as the random “If it ain’t one thing, it’s another” chants in the song’s chorus. Perhaps the most maddeningly frustrating song on the album, however, is “That’s How Country Boys Roll.” As is the rage these days, it celebrates the country lifestyle that is, apparently, only complete with tobacco chewing and other various redneck activities. The irony, though, is that this song that is celebrating being a country boy is supported by pumping electric guitars and urban vernacular. It lacks both the charm and heart of “Good Directions”, which is the appeal that they were likely hoping to recreate.
Currington no doubt has talent, but he somehow manages to squander it in every plausible way on this album. It lacks direction, personality and, most of all, good songs.